You’ve walked this way before,

aloof, spendy in compliments mirror-bound.

It helps you face a faceless day,

reflected back at you,

with nose in your face.

The trouble came when you looked for

the first time

and saw only smoke,

a haze of unknowing.

It perplexed and fascinated, stunned and

silenced the breath yet to draw.

Then you turned away

just long enough to guess at what you saw.

 

 

 

 

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